Happiness or Sorrow Songtext

von Zearle

You gotta take each day by day
You never know what the next day gonna show

Everytime I plan ahead,
The engine of my brain seems to stop dead.
I can't rely on father time,
I can't rely on nursery rhymes,
I can't rely on technology,
I can't rely on family tree,
It's now and never each day for me,
I can't ...
Working for this man's displeasure,
We're working together to make him reach.
I miss 24/7 365, biatch,
I'm working for the holidays
Weekend binges all the fringes,
Of the life decade.
I'm in circles going round and round and round,
And when I stop I'm on the ground,
Somebody got the master plan,
The action of my case at hand.
I'm stamped and rid, already dead.
The chance I had to get ahead,
Was ..., I was mobbed.

They scanned my face, the read my file,
I didn't know that I was on the trial.
The jury is back, my lifes is jacked,
Because the class they got my ass.
Because the free ... there is more in store for me,
I'm overstucked.
There's ...
Sorrow ... to me.
That I can take it,
Or maybe I can fake it.
I can't escape alone,
The make me strong, to make me weak.
I'm half way through the losing strick
I gotta resist this sado-masachist.
The capitals got a system, made to milk me,
Like a cow, and how long can they string me along?
Shit, just give me another hit.
I can't even think of it.

I'm trapped in this pitty hell right now,
Trapped by your map that misleading,
It's leading to my demines,
No compromise if I die, I'm just another guy.
It's all rapped another slap in my face,
I'm disraced by generation ...
My court day is tomorrow.
They got me dead to rights, ...
Working class is always fight and dying,
To survive we're trying,
No more listening to their lying,
Spying on the ...
Since they're defeat,
I hear the paithment speak it's toil
We simmer in this melting pot workers of oil,
... future, day by day our victory is foiling.